Green sunflowers trembled in the highlands of dusk and the whole cemetery
angling over the road, the path
from the empty room of the body.
in a yellow bell tower – the only sound
an afternoon. And the T can only be more time,
the twilight through your windows
and the places you took me
A is alone, how you never wanted it,
weed and drowsy horses—the warm trace
for the night with its black mouth
G is the ghost bird that hovered
to come, for the grave some say you dug
empty as a mouth full of snow,
only its pure shape to stow
"Ouija" won Poem of the Year in 2010 under judge Dana Goodyear in the Internet Board Poetry Competition (IBPC) sponsored by Web Del Sol. Forthcoming in "Raven Chronciles" winter 2012 issue "Matters of the Spirit."
2001- 2012, Quill & Parchment